New Zealand's Greatest Doctor:
Ulric Williams of Wanganui
A Surgeon who became a Naturopath
By Brenda Sampson
The power that heals us is within ourselves
Rarely indeed - far more rarely than most suppose - does it need any help. All He wants, in the great majority of cases, is a fair chance, and the necessary materials. There are probably five hundred thousand people in New Zealand today who have been told "nothing can be done for them"; or who (in the interim until they are told that), are having things done to them that are expensive, and useless, or worse.
Possibly 400,000 of those could get well without either trouble, pain, expense, danger, or much delay. All they would have to do would be to live obediently, and HAND OVER CONTROL UNCONDITIONALLY TO THE POWER WITHIN. In most cases, the first sign of improvement would be noticeable almost immediately. With occasional fluctuations (and, in some cases, periodic, apparent setbacks which are in the nature of a spring cleaning), improvements might be expected to continue almost indefinitely.
HAPPY, UNQUESTIONING ASSURANCE in the ability of the POWER WITHIN to handle the situation, is the key to success. Then, sensible living and perseverance. (Of course, the sick must stop causing disease!).
"A" was a sufferer from "Rheumatoid Arthritis". At least, that was the name his symptoms were given. Funny how tickled people are if only someone will give the symptoms a name. They call it (silly duffers), "diagnosis".
"C's" symptoms had received the name "Thrombocytopenicpurpuric Anaemia". His real trouble was domestic unhappiness; so his symptoms, too, received a fancy name, while he took his place among the half million!
"A" was just about crippled. He was definitely one of the half million. Then he was "converted" and presently, reading in his Bible of the sick regaining their health, he "prayed" to be "healed" Nothing happened. But his "prayer" though uninstructed, was sincere. He really wanted to be whole!
So the POWER WITHIN got to work . . . One morning, at breakfast, it occurred to "A" that cups of sweet, strong coffee with milk couldn't be good. So he cut them out. Almost immediately he noticed an improvement in his joints, So he pondered some more. "If sweet coffee is bad", he ruminated, "perhaps all this rich food is, too." So away that went. A further improvement was quickly observed.
All eagerness now, he got into training, on right foods. But after a time, improvement came to a standstill. He was puzzled as to why. Sitting by himself one evening, wondering about it, he suddenly sat up with a jerk. He had heard an inaudible whisper within . . "Your attitude to your wife", it prompted. Yes, "A" knew well enough his attitude was all wrong. But he did not know that a wrong mental outlook would cause these joints to swell and get stiff. (Neither do lots of other people.)
But "A" was sincere. So he did as he was told. He put his own house in order, then made it up with his wife. Today "A" is as free from "Rheumatoid" as I am. I saw him at his worst; and I know him today. I was one of the three who told him, about twelve years ago, that "nothing could be done for him". But that was before I began to wake up!
